tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318002462017-08-16T02:02:11.585+02:00Time And OftA blog about things that I'm interested in and I'm interested in a lot of things (But the postcards took over).Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-72987298694291658312017-05-03T17:32:00.000+02:002017-05-03T17:32:05.579+02:00Catskill Mountains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMFldJ-9gio/WQn3HQ6zF8I/AAAAAAAACXM/PVgT7EuymQgGU5MVpS92Gn8Ef1PiSyfQQCLcB/s1600/Catskill%2Bmts%2Bsunset%2Bbis%2B899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMFldJ-9gio/WQn3HQ6zF8I/AAAAAAAACXM/PVgT7EuymQgGU5MVpS92Gn8Ef1PiSyfQQCLcB/s320/Catskill%2Bmts%2Bsunset%2Bbis%2B899.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />This card was posted to France in 1935. A lovely sunset in the Catskill Mountains in New York State. Apparently it was a popular destination for New Yorkers in the mid twentieth century and is popular with painters writers and musicians even today. The mountains are no stranger to the film industry featuring in Woodstock, Tootsie, Dirty Dancing, Casper Meets Wendy, &nbsp;to name a few.<br />Information taken from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catskill_Mountains" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-6040321210071857672017-03-28T13:00:00.001+02:002017-03-28T13:00:59.251+02:00To the roots of the wondrous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfT3DhZuevs/WNpB9R-4t9I/AAAAAAAACVg/KiezlEZYcKkMSDayVVpW-oUmgxZHz2kxwCLcB/s1600/Aux%2Bracines%2Bdu%2Bmarveilleux%2BA%2Bcaillaud%2BCPM%2B20M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfT3DhZuevs/WNpB9R-4t9I/AAAAAAAACVg/KiezlEZYcKkMSDayVVpW-oUmgxZHz2kxwCLcB/s320/Aux%2Bracines%2Bdu%2Bmarveilleux%2BA%2Bcaillaud%2BCPM%2B20M.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><br />This postcard was published in 2001 to publicise an exhibition of the work of Aristide Caillaud who died in 1990 at the age of 88. He started to draw as a prisoner of war in a camp near Dresden in the early 1940s.<br /><br />The painting here: “Aux raciness du merveilleux” which I translate as, “To the roots of the wondrous” is typical of his work. If you search for his name using Google images you’ll find a wealth of incredibly colourful images. Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-78843038199725783162017-02-20T16:37:00.000+01:002017-02-20T16:37:01.521+01:00Vichy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNz61SvtGu8/WKsMulY-guI/AAAAAAAACUI/F2a3Befr5j0C5fOkLzHGFrONSE6TnyIkwCLcB/s1600/Vichy%2Bbords%2Bde%2Bl%2527allier%2B900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNz61SvtGu8/WKsMulY-guI/AAAAAAAACUI/F2a3Befr5j0C5fOkLzHGFrONSE6TnyIkwCLcB/s320/Vichy%2Bbords%2Bde%2Bl%2527allier%2B900.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iidTQ0hP78I/WKsMy0CvaXI/AAAAAAAACUM/8usvLWLRu1g848a6qvMb5i35D7ruQxEogCLcB/s1600/Vichy%2Bpassage%2Bd%2527un%2Bgue%2B900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iidTQ0hP78I/WKsMy0CvaXI/AAAAAAAACUM/8usvLWLRu1g848a6qvMb5i35D7ruQxEogCLcB/s320/Vichy%2Bpassage%2Bd%2527un%2Bgue%2B900.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Two postcards from Vichy. Vichy is a spa town and the baths have been a popular destination since the 17th century. These two could almost be landscape paintings.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-9320962261722145002017-01-15T16:19:00.003+01:002017-01-15T16:20:55.796+01:00Deux ChâteauxI recently put these two postcards into our store. I like slightly different views, especially with people included:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc-YbMEebiQ/WHuSNsBUI3I/AAAAAAAACTc/3voQshvrmUwai5s69hStZYOYb7jW6K5XACLcB/s1600/Cannes%2Bchateau%2Bde%2Bla%2Btour%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc-YbMEebiQ/WHuSNsBUI3I/AAAAAAAACTc/3voQshvrmUwai5s69hStZYOYb7jW6K5XACLcB/s320/Cannes%2Bchateau%2Bde%2Bla%2Btour%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Château de la Tour is a Hotel nowadays so if you find yourself in Cannes looking for a hotel…. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEgX6xq2hBc/WHuSQo7wBbI/AAAAAAAACTg/rxt2MxWH7E4AzRJyoT8xiLlXUKjvBs0ewCLcB/s1600/Macon%2Bchateau%2Bdes%2Bneufs%2Bclefs%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEgX6xq2hBc/WHuSQo7wBbI/AAAAAAAACTg/rxt2MxWH7E4AzRJyoT8xiLlXUKjvBs0ewCLcB/s320/Macon%2Bchateau%2Bdes%2Bneufs%2Bclefs%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Château des Neuf Clefs. Nine Keys: what a lovely name! I looked online to see if I could see what it looks like today. Unfortunately it is no longer there, although there is still a part of the town known as Neuf Clefs.</div>Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-66778856794743781842016-11-21T15:05:00.001+01:002016-11-21T15:05:58.430+01:00Children doing what children do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4eahHM-Ol8/WDL-3B3q6wI/AAAAAAAACSc/VGWmIaHQrX83SFjZMiVUFPUXSP4TrVp6wCLcB/s1600/Bernieres%2BConstruction%2Bde%2Bforts%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bplage%2Bbis%2BAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4eahHM-Ol8/WDL-3B3q6wI/AAAAAAAACSc/VGWmIaHQrX83SFjZMiVUFPUXSP4TrVp6wCLcB/s320/Bernieres%2BConstruction%2Bde%2Bforts%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bplage%2Bbis%2BAK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />These children are busy building sandcastles on the shore. It doesn’t matter where you go, or indeed when, there is always construction going on if there are children (and adults too!) on a beach. I hope that they finished before the tide came in.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-89054641601837172392016-10-20T17:08:00.003+02:002016-10-20T17:08:37.909+02:00Time for a snack<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dogytKGh1Zo/WAjdvnPxrVI/AAAAAAAACRI/APG6h4bn0aoP9osqlAhehxvd0ZyglJzYACLcB/s1600/Rabbits%2Bfor%2BDi%2B2406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dogytKGh1Zo/WAjdvnPxrVI/AAAAAAAACRI/APG6h4bn0aoP9osqlAhehxvd0ZyglJzYACLcB/s320/Rabbits%2Bfor%2BDi%2B2406.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Four happy rabbits with fresh carrots to eat. These four date from around 1901 when the postcard was sent.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-64344115671185646042016-07-02T15:38:00.000+02:002016-07-02T15:38:18.299+02:00The Dormitory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3I2DaiIfWY/V3fDH5uVS2I/AAAAAAAACO4/zVhfJEJbdhkmFM18EapAU09wBPvDXP14QCLcB/s1600/Angouleme%2Bpensionnat%2Bste%2Bmarthe%2Bdortoir%2Bnotre%2Bdame%2Bde%2Blourdes%2Brecto%2BAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3I2DaiIfWY/V3fDH5uVS2I/AAAAAAAACO4/zVhfJEJbdhkmFM18EapAU09wBPvDXP14QCLcB/s320/Angouleme%2Bpensionnat%2Bste%2Bmarthe%2Bdortoir%2Bnotre%2Bdame%2Bde%2Blourdes%2Brecto%2BAK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Sometimes things just come together: One of the retired ladies that come to the house for conversation attends ‘old girl’ events that are held for ex-pupils of the school she attended. This postcard came to my attention recently, taken around 1900 it is the dormitory of a school.<br /><br />This week I showed her a scan of it when she arrived and she confirmed that it was her old school. Not only that… Last week she attended an old girls lunch and they were discussing the bombing during the war. The school is situated close to a railway line. The dormitory was bombed during WWII and some of the girls and nuns were killed. Someone was at the reunion who was a pupil at the time and she remembers a mother arriving and taking her daughter away from the school just before. The mother told the nuns that she had had a dream about the school being bombed. The old girls discussed this and decided that the mother had probably been warned by resistance members – perhaps!Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-57833638005432430232016-06-06T17:15:00.000+02:002016-06-06T17:15:16.825+02:00The lesson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqkjPHn42ws/V1WTMu5XMfI/AAAAAAAACOk/CElnCp2gNxo9V68RV5ZGk1xhQpnfUtCzwCLcB/s1600/Lecon%2Bde%2Bcalcul%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqkjPHn42ws/V1WTMu5XMfI/AAAAAAAACOk/CElnCp2gNxo9V68RV5ZGk1xhQpnfUtCzwCLcB/s320/Lecon%2Bde%2Bcalcul%2Bbis%2B367R.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><br />I think most of us have done this when we were small: Teaching teddies, dolls and even little sisters (if I could get them to sit still for long enough). Looking back on those games, I realize that half of the fun was in preparing the game; making little copy booklets, finding pencils for everyone, writing out the lesson on the blackboard….Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-40742408863925583352016-05-22T17:26:00.000+02:002016-05-22T17:26:19.197+02:00Postcards from the UK<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1luiPR6mg/V0HPVVBR0qI/AAAAAAAACOU/SFmw_5mON3I3axlB5F6AQ52VFzZpRQWHACLcB/s1600/birthday%2Bx%2B2%2Bpansies%2B15QD%2Bbis%2B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1luiPR6mg/V0HPVVBR0qI/AAAAAAAACOU/SFmw_5mON3I3axlB5F6AQ52VFzZpRQWHACLcB/s320/birthday%2Bx%2B2%2Bpansies%2B15QD%2Bbis%2B.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><br />Occasionally we buy postcards when we’re in the UK. Here are a couple of birthday postcards we found last year.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-18557757208414722342016-03-23T14:45:00.000+01:002016-03-23T14:45:23.965+01:00Happy Easter!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiEvs-aYgZs/VvKdRZsW-9I/AAAAAAAACOA/gR_oeVTfq28AxC9FMgIGuZx1h7iCZ_Qsg/s1600/Heureuses%2Bpaques%2Brecto%2B1488L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiEvs-aYgZs/VvKdRZsW-9I/AAAAAAAACOA/gR_oeVTfq28AxC9FMgIGuZx1h7iCZ_Qsg/s320/Heureuses%2Bpaques%2Brecto%2B1488L.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I wish you a very Happy Easter with lots of chocolate. It’s been a long winter so let’s hope that this weekend is a turning point for the weather.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-66837734074082474592016-03-12T17:11:00.000+01:002016-03-12T17:11:46.150+01:00Bessé-les-Echelles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-787j1SEzWZk/VuQ_WnECnrI/AAAAAAAACNw/2kzzivIUCWUH38pCUj4G8HRsSnfnQI_nw/s1600/Besse%2Bles%2Bechelles%2Bles%2Bechelles%2Brecto%2BAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-787j1SEzWZk/VuQ_WnECnrI/AAAAAAAACNw/2kzzivIUCWUH38pCUj4G8HRsSnfnQI_nw/s320/Besse%2Bles%2Bechelles%2Bles%2Bechelles%2Brecto%2BAK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I think that this postcard is the photographer’s idea of a joke. There is no such place as Bessé-les-Echelles (Echelle = ladder), the village is called Bessé-sur-Braye. Each house has a ladder leading to the upper window. I wonder why. Were the houses built without stairs to the upper floor? I looked around on Google earth and although I found some houses of similar architecture; I didn’t find this particular row.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-82753447562397188742016-03-02T15:15:00.000+01:002016-03-02T15:15:50.869+01:00Raphael Tuck and Sons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvblZXC20wM/Vtbz-DxtbEI/AAAAAAAACNg/CI2PZ5_0Gho/s1600/Puppies%2Bkitten%2Bchicks%2B2%2Btuck%2BCPA%2B2406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvblZXC20wM/Vtbz-DxtbEI/AAAAAAAACNg/CI2PZ5_0Gho/s320/Puppies%2Bkitten%2Bchicks%2B2%2Btuck%2BCPA%2B2406.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br />In 1866, Raphael Tuck and Sons started printing pictures and greeting cards in London. In 1893 Queen Victoria granted the firm the Royal Warrant of Appointment, which was continued by future sovereigns. Their first postcards were produced in 1900.<br /><br />They produced many sets of illustrated postcards by notable artists of the time. Including sets of their famous “Oilette” postcards; some of which are textured to look and feel as if they have been painted in oils. I’ve written about <a href="http://timeandoft.blogspot.fr/search?q=tuck" target="_blank">Tuck’s postcards</a> in the past.<br /><br />These two postcards, illustrated by B Cobbe and posted around 1907, were published as part of a set by the Parisian branch of the company. Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-58309645500048317922016-02-05T17:53:00.000+01:002016-02-05T17:53:23.032+01:00An advertisment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc04wYlPKt8/VrTTDKzQgAI/AAAAAAAACNM/ehfo9g0QlE0/s1600/Bordeaux%2BGrand%2Bdepot%2Bde%2Bmeubles%2Bfantaisie%2Bpub%2Brecto%2Bverso%2B590B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc04wYlPKt8/VrTTDKzQgAI/AAAAAAAACNM/ehfo9g0QlE0/s320/Bordeaux%2BGrand%2Bdepot%2Bde%2Bmeubles%2Bfantaisie%2Bpub%2Brecto%2Bverso%2B590B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />For a furniture depot in Bordeaux. &nbsp;I wonder why they chose this picture as an illustration. &nbsp;Perhaps their chairs are especially comfortable?Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-24515149736263170152015-12-22T20:49:00.000+01:002015-12-22T20:49:01.955+01:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzcOMFBt7k8/VnmpFyLjHrI/AAAAAAAACMA/Ri4NY4WAW1M/s1600/Papa%2Bnoel%2Bbis%2B604B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzcOMFBt7k8/VnmpFyLjHrI/AAAAAAAACMA/Ri4NY4WAW1M/s320/Papa%2Bnoel%2Bbis%2B604B.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><br />Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-57688486709530074492015-12-05T11:33:00.002+01:002015-12-05T11:33:43.268+01:00Portraits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3epjgSQTf0/VmK9EGBchoI/AAAAAAAACLw/SRxQodPOP9Y/s1600/Portrait%2BX%2B2%2Bfille%2Bbis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3epjgSQTf0/VmK9EGBchoI/AAAAAAAACLw/SRxQodPOP9Y/s320/Portrait%2BX%2B2%2Bfille%2Bbis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Two portraits of a little girl. &nbsp;I can't read the dates on the postmark but my guess is between 1905 to 1913.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-88097228085183530732015-11-11T13:51:00.000+01:002015-11-11T13:51:03.893+01:00November 11thSearching through postcard images on my computer for today 11th November I found plenty: Pictures of soldiers, pictures of ruins, pictures of cannons, pictures of battlefields, pictures of graves… Here are just a few:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1VUu_ms7W8/VkM41rqqkOI/AAAAAAAACK0/iHEHyPKLuuU/s1600/Souvenir%2Bde%2Bla%2Brochelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1VUu_ms7W8/VkM41rqqkOI/AAAAAAAACK0/iHEHyPKLuuU/s320/Souvenir%2Bde%2Bla%2Brochelle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLi-w7AkMiU/VkM4jcCfOTI/AAAAAAAACKM/5OraY9kSsQ4/s1600/Ancerviller%2Bruines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLi-w7AkMiU/VkM4jcCfOTI/AAAAAAAACKM/5OraY9kSsQ4/s320/Ancerviller%2Bruines.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV1cYYA3KMs/VkM4mUbiA3I/AAAAAAAACKU/gOhRONvFJ4g/s1600/prisoners%2Bof%2Bwar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uV1cYYA3KMs/VkM4mUbiA3I/AAAAAAAACKU/gOhRONvFJ4g/s320/prisoners%2Bof%2Bwar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaH1pT0Wmgc/VkM4sb9OCYI/AAAAAAAACKc/LvFIg1Dr3sc/s1600/Ravitaillement%2Banglais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaH1pT0Wmgc/VkM4sb9OCYI/AAAAAAAACKc/LvFIg1Dr3sc/s320/Ravitaillement%2Banglais.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyDKal__QL0/VkM4ycRxixI/AAAAAAAACKs/IQaC3uYHKDk/s1600/Soldier%2Bsitting%2B%2Bbis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyDKal__QL0/VkM4ycRxixI/AAAAAAAACKs/IQaC3uYHKDk/s320/Soldier%2Bsitting%2B%2Bbis.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgcWiaAGUfg/VkM4vCqWqRI/AAAAAAAACKk/RHFHRqhkTSg/s1600/sailor%2Bnov%2B1914%2B%2B15QD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgcWiaAGUfg/VkM4vCqWqRI/AAAAAAAACKk/RHFHRqhkTSg/s320/sailor%2Bnov%2B1914%2B%2B15QD.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Soldiers dream</b><br />&nbsp;I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;<br />And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;<br />And buckled with a smile all Mausers and Colts;<br />And rusted every bayonet with His tears.<br /><br />Wilfred OwenAnji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-40092999794597820512015-10-21T15:03:00.002+02:002015-10-21T15:03:32.669+02:00I'd keep these!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSvJv09lycg/VieMjraqOOI/AAAAAAAACJ4/9baTMEvos0g/s1600/fillette%2Bavec%2Bvoile%2BX%2B2%2B43CH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSvJv09lycg/VieMjraqOOI/AAAAAAAACJ4/9baTMEvos0g/s320/fillette%2Bavec%2Bvoile%2BX%2B2%2B43CH.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />If I had the choice, this is a pair of postcards that I would keep for myself. I love the way in which they've been coloured. Such a pretty little girl too.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-5816918417684019142015-09-27T16:38:00.000+02:002015-09-27T16:38:11.732+02:00Posted before 1900<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf6UvyDDx-w/Vgf-8hGF2cI/AAAAAAAACJE/w3UblSl-J-c/s1600/Paris%2B1899%2BMoulin%2BRouge%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf6UvyDDx-w/Vgf-8hGF2cI/AAAAAAAACJE/w3UblSl-J-c/s320/Paris%2B1899%2BMoulin%2BRouge%2B707B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS2j7Qncn2M/Vgf_AaSDtcI/AAAAAAAACJM/ofMp3ovIvI0/s1600/Paris%2Bles%2Binvalides%2B1898%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS2j7Qncn2M/Vgf_AaSDtcI/AAAAAAAACJM/ofMp3ovIvI0/s320/Paris%2Bles%2Binvalides%2B1898%2B707B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Two postcards from Paris posted before 1900. There aren’t many postcards that have survived this long.<br /><br />The Moulin Rouge opened in 1889, just 10 years before this postcard was sent. The second postcard of &nbsp;Les Invalides was posted in 1898.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-47087117399121943712015-08-16T14:22:00.000+02:002015-08-16T14:22:32.551+02:00Celluloid postcards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foKENNLW22w/VdB_Kn0-F0I/AAAAAAAACHY/y31CiZgfmfs/s1600/Fetes%2BX%2B4%2Bfantaisie%2Bcelluloid%2B583B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foKENNLW22w/VdB_Kn0-F0I/AAAAAAAACHY/y31CiZgfmfs/s320/Fetes%2BX%2B4%2Bfantaisie%2Bcelluloid%2B583B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Four celluloid fantasy postcards. These are quite common, as objects made from celluloid were fashionable for a while. They seem to have been quite versatile. Here we see gold printing, collage, glitter, scalloped edges and the card in the bottom righthand corner looks to be very skillfully hand painted.<br /><br />Celluloid is considered as the first plastic and was widely used as an ivory replacement. It was used in the film industry until replaced by acetate films in the 1950s. Table Tennis balls are made of celluloid! Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-79686807565813401802015-08-12T17:28:00.001+02:002015-08-12T17:28:18.840+02:00Vincent goes to Summer Camp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr1ZA7kB0Xw/VctkWt54fNI/AAAAAAAACHA/nr_RH0_KzHE/s1600/Belgrade%2Blakes%2BPine%2Bisland%2Bcamp%2Bboys%2Bwith%2Bboat%2B691CT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr1ZA7kB0Xw/VctkWt54fNI/AAAAAAAACHA/nr_RH0_KzHE/s320/Belgrade%2Blakes%2BPine%2Bisland%2Bcamp%2Bboys%2Bwith%2Bboat%2B691CT.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br />The title of the card is; "Nothing will stop these boys from Pine Island Camp"<br /><br />I imagine that Vincent wrote to his parents in the early 60s. He hasn’t put the date on his card. He’s enjoying himself a lot in the Island, despite not speaking English very well. He’s managing to get by and anyway there are plenty of sports to join in with.<br /><br />Pine Island Camp in Belgrade Lakes, Maine is still running and Vincent would have been in the care of the family of the present director who was a child at the time. The camp for boys aged 9 to 15, is over 100 years old and has been run by the same family since the beginning.<br /><br />This is one of my favourite parts of my job; finding out about a postcard. I found the <a href="http://www.pineisland.org/100-years.html" target="_blank">Pine Island Camp </a>website and really enjoyed my visit. My boys are grown up now; I think they would have enjoyed themselves there too. Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-72469679187546137512015-05-15T12:44:00.000+02:002015-05-15T12:44:02.070+02:00The Old Curiosity Shop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTj-zooH9RQ/VVXNd0OTN5I/AAAAAAAACBY/S5rGRGDOE3Q/s1600/The%2BOld%2BCuriosity%2BShop%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTj-zooH9RQ/VVXNd0OTN5I/AAAAAAAACBY/S5rGRGDOE3Q/s320/The%2BOld%2BCuriosity%2BShop%2B707B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Not my favourite Dickens’s novel; I felt like strangling the Grandfather throughout the book. However it does include one of the best descriptions of life in an industrial town written at the time.<br /><br />Postcards of the shop are quite common, but this one is slightly different. Can you see the policeman standing to the left of the shop?<br /><br />The shop is probably one of the oldest shops in Central London. It was made from wood from old ships and survived the Great Fire of London in 1666. Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-2682869732977110462015-05-04T17:29:00.000+02:002015-05-04T17:29:11.227+02:00Café des Tribunaux<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wW1c1FGWpNc/VUePzL7t0II/AAAAAAAACAA/jkCmBstC7Fg/s1600/Dieppe%2BPlace%2Bdu%2Bpuits%2Bsale%2Bbis%2B%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wW1c1FGWpNc/VUePzL7t0II/AAAAAAAACAA/jkCmBstC7Fg/s320/Dieppe%2BPlace%2Bdu%2Bpuits%2Bsale%2Bbis%2B%2B707B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnG2pE7mynM/VUeP1ZdNUiI/AAAAAAAACAI/m0OJw-05t3U/s1600/caf%C3%A9%2Bdes%2Btribunaux%2Bdieppe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnG2pE7mynM/VUeP1ZdNUiI/AAAAAAAACAI/m0OJw-05t3U/s320/caf%C3%A9%2Bdes%2Btribunaux%2Bdieppe.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />These two pictures were taken about 100 years apart. The Café des Tribunaux is in Dieppe in Normandy.<br /><br />The up to date image comes from Google Earth. Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-61891249173361364682015-04-28T17:13:00.000+02:002015-04-28T17:13:07.969+02:00Children paddling on the beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vwaAx-x9mQ/VT-i76yl4bI/AAAAAAAAB_o/BcfRPR_b3Ww/s1600/Royan%2Bdevant%2Bla%2Bvague%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vwaAx-x9mQ/VT-i76yl4bI/AAAAAAAAB_o/BcfRPR_b3Ww/s1600/Royan%2Bdevant%2Bla%2Bvague%2B707B.jpg" height="201" width="320" /></a></div><br />In 1903 little children timidly enjoy the waves, the girls careful not to get their summer dresses wet. I wonder what happened to them as they grew up. They could have lived through two world wars.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-60701620613074163482015-04-13T11:13:00.000+02:002015-04-13T11:13:40.553+02:00A real gem!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbC7fuda8A/VSuH2UOf-xI/AAAAAAAAB_U/bg8GdTcOAzE/s1600/Alfred%2BRenaudin%2BPaysagiste%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbC7fuda8A/VSuH2UOf-xI/AAAAAAAAB_U/bg8GdTcOAzE/s1600/Alfred%2BRenaudin%2BPaysagiste%2B707B.jpg" height="210" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />We went to a auction in Bordeaux last Friday. It was a really good day. We managed to get some good lots and amongst the postcards was this one. There were two postcards made of the artist, Alfred Renaudin, at work on the banks of the river Moselle in the Lorraine region of France.<br /><br />This is the rarer of the two. Alfred Renaudin (1866 – 1944) was a French landscape painter who was most active between the wars although this postcard was sent in 1905.<br /><br />I looked on the internet to see if I could find the final painting, nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it’s in a private collection.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31800246.post-20202967677553049462015-04-11T16:26:00.002+02:002015-04-11T16:26:47.491+02:00A stroll by the beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Yy0hK-xqU/VSku4DbpoII/AAAAAAAAB-Y/R67Pq-Kapxs/s1600/Royan%2BRampe%2BLessore%2B%2Bbis%2B707B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Yy0hK-xqU/VSku4DbpoII/AAAAAAAAB-Y/R67Pq-Kapxs/s1600/Royan%2BRampe%2BLessore%2B%2Bbis%2B707B.jpg" height="207" width="320" /></a></div><br />Around 115 years ago Royan would have looked like this. Most of it was destroyed by the allies in WWII. I can’t help wondering if the ladies talking their walk would have been affected by the train passing so close just above them. It would have been very noisy, to say the least.Anji Knutsenhttps://plus.google.com/102589714673868655920noreply@blogger.com0